Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.